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Carved from the same roots, grown from the same seeds One stained grand design, a monumental, blazing sight A homage to martyrs, who bled for the cause In the twilight of idols, the pyres of oblivion glow. Above the grand illusions, beyond dishonoured traditions The words became flesh and the flesh became ideals. The rivers of strength and lakes of devotion All written and scarred to the bones of mankind Defeated by words, and aeon of strength ahead A mental prostration, the echoes of yesterday ablaze. A burden beyond the boundaries, a reason prevailing the credence A firmament crumbling the old doctrines collapsing ahead Shattering symbols on the horizon the distant bond fading. Distorted and wretched, a collapse of faith The tongues of stole truth, now rusted and raped. The words of hope drift away, collapsing astray And the soil bleeds below, under the pyres in oblivion Iconoclast among the fallen Forged by the blood. From Letras Mania